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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.