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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.