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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.