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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.