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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.