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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.