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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.