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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.