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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.