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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Brick 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.