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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.