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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.