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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.