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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Liliput,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.