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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.