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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.