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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.