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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.