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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.