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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.