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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.