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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.