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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.