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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.