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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.