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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.