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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.