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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.