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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
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The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.