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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.