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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.