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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.