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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.