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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Pylon,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.