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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.