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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.