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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.