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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.