Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.