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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Cluster to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.