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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.