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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.