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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.