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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.