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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.