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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.