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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.