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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Carl Craig 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Pagans,
PIL,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.