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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.