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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Quantec,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.