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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.