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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.