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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Madrid and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.