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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Pole,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.