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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.