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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.