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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.