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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.