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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
This Heat,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.