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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.