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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.