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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.