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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.