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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.