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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.