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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.