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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.