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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 organ 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.