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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.