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 New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.