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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.