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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Can,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.