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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.