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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
June Days,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.