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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.