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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.