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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.