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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Move to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.