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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.