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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.