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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.