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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.