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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.