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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Smog,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.