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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.