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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.