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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.