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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Interpol,
ABC,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Fear,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.