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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.