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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.