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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.