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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.