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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.