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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.