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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.