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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.