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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.