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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.