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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.