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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.