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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.