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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.