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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
X-101,
Pole,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.