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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.