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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.