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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Technova,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.