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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.