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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Josef K,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.