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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.