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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Move,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.