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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Nico,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.