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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.