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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.