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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.