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 India and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.