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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Wings,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.