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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.