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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.