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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.