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 Saudi Arabia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.