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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Fear,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.