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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.