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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.