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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Sound,
Swans,
Can,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.