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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.