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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Crime,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
The Busters,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.