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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.