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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.