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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.