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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.