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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.