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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Can,
Wings,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.