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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.