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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.