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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.