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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
the Normal,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.