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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Scion,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.