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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.