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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.