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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
10cc,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.