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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.