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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.