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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Swans,
DNA,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.