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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.