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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.