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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Scion,
Ossler,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.