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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.