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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.