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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.