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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
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.