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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Organ,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.