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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.