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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.