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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.