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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
X-101,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.