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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.