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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.