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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.