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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.