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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
JFA,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.