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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
ABC,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.