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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.