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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.