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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.