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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.