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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.