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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.