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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Residents,
The Names,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.