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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
This Heat,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.