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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.