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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.