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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Wings,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.