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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.