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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.