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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
the Association,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.