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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.