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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.