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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.