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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.