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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.