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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.