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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Pole,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.