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 Korea North 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 Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Absolute Body Control 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.