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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.