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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.