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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.