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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Franke,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.