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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Human League to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.