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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.