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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.