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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Monks,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.