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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.