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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.