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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.