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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.