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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Excepter,
The Busters,
ABC,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.