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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.