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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.