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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.