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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
PIL,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.