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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.