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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.