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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
JFA,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.