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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Television,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.