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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.