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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.