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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.