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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.