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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
MDC,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
MC5,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.