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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.