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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Names,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.