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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.