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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.