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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.