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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.