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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.