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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.