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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.