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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.