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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Jandek,
Swans,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.