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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.