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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.