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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.