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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.