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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.