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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.