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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.