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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.