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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.