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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.