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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.