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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.