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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Scion,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.