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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.