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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.