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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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-101. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.