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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.