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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.