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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.