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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.