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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.