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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
MC5,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.