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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.