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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.