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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.