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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Nas,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.