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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.