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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.