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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.