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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.