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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.