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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.