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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
UT,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.