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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Grass Roots 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Monks,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.