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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.