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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.