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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Television,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.