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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.