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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Monks,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.