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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.