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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Swans,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.