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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.