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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.