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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.