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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.