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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.