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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.