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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
10cc,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.