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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Excepter,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.