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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.