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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.