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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 CMW to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.