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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.