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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.