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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.