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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Slave,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
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.