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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.