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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.