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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.