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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.