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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.