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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.