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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.