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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.