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 Italy and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.