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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.