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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Can,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.