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 Antigua 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Hoover,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.