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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.