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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.