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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.