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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.