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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.