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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.