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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.