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 China 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Neu!,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.