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 Chile and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.