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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.