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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Nico,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.