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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Magma,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.