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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.