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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.