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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.