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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.