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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.