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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.