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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.