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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.