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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Index,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.