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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
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.