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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
UT,
CMW,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
JFA,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.