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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.