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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
MC5,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.