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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.