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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.