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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Josef K,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.