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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.