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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.