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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.