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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.