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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
UT,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.