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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.