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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.