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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
10cc,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.