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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.