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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Fear to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.