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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.