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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.