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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Nas,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.