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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.