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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.