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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.