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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.