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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.