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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.