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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.