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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.