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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.