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 Ireland and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.