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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.