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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.