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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.