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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.