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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.