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 South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.