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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.