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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.