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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.