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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lucky Dragons 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.