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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.