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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
CMW,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.