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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Index,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.