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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Brick,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Television,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.