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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.