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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.