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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.