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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Swans,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.