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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.