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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.