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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.