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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.