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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.