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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.