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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.