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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May 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 electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.