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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.