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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.