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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.