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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.