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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Television,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.