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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxette 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.