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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.