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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Magma,
the Association,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
PIL,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.