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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Wire,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.