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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.