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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.