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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Technova,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.