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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.