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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.