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 Honduras and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.