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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.