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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.