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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.