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 France and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.