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 Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Mars,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.