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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
The Fall,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.