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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.