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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.