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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.