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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.