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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Slave,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.