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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.