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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.