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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.