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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Sparks,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.