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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.