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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.