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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.