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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s 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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.