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 Germany and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Cymande,
New Order,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.