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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.