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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.