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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.