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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Yaz 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 disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.