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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.