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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.