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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.