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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.