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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.