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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.