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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.