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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
X-102,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.