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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.