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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.