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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.