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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.