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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Visage,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.