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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
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.