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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.