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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Wings,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.