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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.