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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
the Association,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.