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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.