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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.