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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
UT,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.