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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.