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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.