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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.