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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.