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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.