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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
UT,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.