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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
the Swans,
Wings,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.