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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.