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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Can,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.