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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.