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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.