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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.