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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.