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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.