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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.