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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.