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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Pole,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.