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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.