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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Associates,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.