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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.