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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.