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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.