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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.