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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.