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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.