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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Doors,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.