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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.