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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.