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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
JFA,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.