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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.