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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.