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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.