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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.