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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.