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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.