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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Qualms,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.