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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Nico,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.