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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.