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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.