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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Fear,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.