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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.