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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.