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 Benin and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.