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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
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.