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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Victims 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.