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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.