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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Organ,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.