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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
X-101,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.