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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.