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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.