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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.