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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.