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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.