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 Romania and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
UT,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.