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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.