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 Chile 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.