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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.