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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.