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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.