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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s 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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.