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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.