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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.