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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.