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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.