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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ludus 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Jandek,
The Move,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.