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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
The Doors,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.