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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.