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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.