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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.