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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.