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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.