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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Fear,
New Order,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.