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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Sound,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.