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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.