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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.