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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.