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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.