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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.