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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.