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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.