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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.