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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.