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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Crime,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.