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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.