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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.