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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.