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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.